From A Reader

I was sent an email from one of my readers, and it's so good I thought I'd share it with you. This is from Churba who lives in Australia,

I was hanging about after work with a workmate while he had his usual after-work ciggie, and we hang around talking while he does so, because I'm waiting for a lift. We can hear the street racers having a few runs nearby, no cause for concern, and they've been going at it for about ten minutes.

Still just standing around chilling, We hear a run going, and suddenly a long screech and a weird thump. We figure one bloke has just hit a pole, nothing to worry about, saunter over and have a look once Big L finishes his smoke. Then, about two seconds after we come to this conclusion, we hear a bloke start screaming, followed by a few people following suit, but nothing like this bloke, he was really giving it some stick.

Big L and I have taken one look at each other and started running, and I'm already pulling my Small First aid kit from my bag(I'm a Rover, be prepared, all that Scouts b*****ks – Plus, its a handy thing to have) we arrive at the scene, and we see a boy-racer with some heavy frontal damage, and a buggered windscreen parked sideways about 40 metres up the road, and a crowd of people clustered around a bloke on the ground, and we couldn't see much else.

We start shoving our way through the crowd, I'm waving my first aid kid about as we shove people out of the way, and they are slowly getting the idea we're here to help – until one scared looking pollock – I'm assuming the driver of the car, as he is dead white, scared and obviously juiced on adrenaline – tried to block our way, as the bloke on the floor lets out another scream as this dickhead accidentally bumps his leg trying to bar us from helping – by now, we can see the bloke is in an obviously bad way – The bloke is just shoving me back going “Not a chance mate, He's screaming in pain, you can't help with that” – and Big L has finally caught up to me and shoves him out of the way just as I shout at him – Quoting yourself – “Good! Screaming means You're still ALIVE!” And going to ground next to the poor b*****d, I check him over quickly as Big L starts moving people back to give me some room, and to stop people freaking out, starting at the legs, going up – obvious Two Broken

Legs, and From the small amount of blood on his jeans, Probably open fractures, a bunch of Fractured Ribs

(At this point, I'm hoping he doesn't go into respiratory or cardiac Arrest, because I really, really don't want to do CPR onto fractured ribs)

I also discover he has a broken arm, and as I check his neck for wounding, I find a small, deep wound just under his jaw – Which is spurting blood, which you and I both know means artery.

Immediately, very quickly check the wound to see if there is anything in there that might get worse if I apply pressure, and then I whip off my work shirt and start applying some pressure – I for a moment take one hand and grab my mobile phone and hand it to Big L, telling him to dial 000 (Our version of 999), get an ambulance on speakerphone and hold it over to me.

He does so, and when we get onto the dispatcher, I give her as many details as possible after I have given the address, but when I get to the cut neck, she asks for more detail, sounding rather less than worried about it, While this bloke is coughing some, managing to spray blood on my chest and face, but thankfully, He completely misses my eyes and mouth. Now, I'm getting REALLY worried, because this poor bugger is losing juice fast, and something from one of your blog posts reminded me of the name of the Artery that runs just under the Jaw – So I tell her it is severed artery, most likely the Left Mylo-hyoid artery. She pays serious attention to that, and shoots an ambo out to us, and offering verbal assistance, I just ask if I should keep the pressure on it, which she replies with a positive, which I do until the EMTs get there, and they take over – Just as they are about to load the Bloke in he half gurgles, half says that he's scared – So looking to the EMT who was now applying his pressure, who nodded at me, I hopped in and grabbed his hand, and just kept telling him how he was going to be right, and how we were really close to the hospital, just reassuring him as much as I could.

When I was washing the blood off of myself, one of the EMT's comes up behind me and pats me on the shoulder, saying “Mate – You saved that bloke's life” and I tried to tell him that I'm a Rover, we are meant to help the public in situations like that, I'm trained in advanced First aid, blah blah blah, and he's stopped me and gone “Nah, mate, Not just that – how you gave the detail about his Mylo-hyoid being cut – If you hadn't of mentioned that it was an artery, It would have been dropped in priority to an broken bone call, and he would have bled out.”

A top bloke, I think you'll agree, and I'm glad that the EMT took time out to tell him.

26 thoughts on “From A Reader”

  1. The 'advantage' of shift work – sometimes I can post early morning, sometimes later evening, sometimes at weird and wacky times of the day.Trying to keep you all on your toes…

  2. You can almost smell the 4x from here. Aussie style through ahd through.I liked the bit about knowing the name of the artery from reading your blog. This post would have looked great in da book. Not only do you directly help others in this country, you also influence events on the other side of the world!

  3. Tom, this is getting dangerous – I'm rapidly getting addicted to your blog – so thank you!And also thanks for giving me the impetus to finally get my finger out and set up my own blog – it's going to be no-where near as interesting as yours – but hey, everyone has aspirations huh?

    I've ordered your book to read on my hols – tho somehow I don't think it's going to last me 2 weeks – more like 2 hours!!

  4. More to the point Tom, YOU saved that guy's life too. The rover says that it was one of your blog posts that reminded him of the name of the artery. If you hadn't posted your blog, or that post, there's a good chance that this bloke in Oz would be dead now. So now you save lives with your blog as well as your day-job.

  5. Seconded.If you never write another blog post you can feel proud that your words have helped to save a life.

    And congratulations to Churba and Big L. Quick thinking. Well done.

  6. It is amazing how blogs and the internet can be picked up and help someone on the other side of the world..Unlukcy fella tho.. two broken legs, a bunch of ribs broken and a bust open artery… might be in hospital for a week or two.

    i picked up this blog a couple of days ago from a link on the BBC website.. it's brilliant.

    I spent most of yesterday afternoon trawling back through the archives.

  7. just finished reading da book. Good read, the highs, the lows, the crap and the jokes.oh and i think the trucks with lifts should be call bearly working back heaps.

  8. Ah, the power of the internet. It's not all american porn and chatrooms.. well, not anymore.First time posting, like the book – but with content like this you have no option but to get cracking on the sequel!

  9. Cheers for the Kind Words all – If any of you drop by this way, we'll all go out for a pint, my shout. But, Vic mate – Despite XXXX being brewed in my Hometown, I'm a Guinness man through and through.After some Meditiation on the event(Writing about it helped a lot), and revisiting the scene while there was still some daylight before work, I'm Damned if I know how he cut himself open – It was to clean to be a tear – I guess I'm just writing it off to a savage case of bad luck.

    But as an additional information – As a Rover(Its like Scouts for over 18s, if you don't have them in England) we are commonly trained in First aid, and many of us being trained to a pretty advanced level through/for Additional Scouting activities(Car Rallys, Gang show, so on) – Granted, we are definitely Not Ambulence officers, but we are not exactly general public here, either.

    But Performing First Aid like that in Real life, as opposed to training Scenarios, Is like a whole other world – I had hardcore shakes that manifested about halfway through washing the blood off – When the gravity of the situation finaly hit, When I stuck my hands under the tap, the water started going red and the thought Hit me “what the hell did I just DO?”

    But Plumstead Commoner Hit the nail on the head, there – Tom should at get to paint a at least a goodly part of a stickfigure on the door of his motor for this one.

    After the E-mail was off and away, I Was hitting “Random Page” in Wikiquote, and Found a line that resonates well inside the old head. I find it oddly appropriate.

    “Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.”

    ~Kalil Gibran, The Prophet.

  10. Is it called XXXX because the Australians couldn't think of a name?Little English joke.

    Tiny little English joke.

  11. I have become addicted to your blog over the past few days and despite your pros and cons I ordered da book yesterday, I think the pro that did it for me was 'to look pretty on the train' and not 'to line your pockets'. But seriously now this post is amazing, your blog which you created for whatever reason is helping others to save lives – doesn't that normally only happen on tv? :-PWell done Mr Reynolds and Churba.

  12. BSI anyone ? I must have a dozen pairs of gloves stashed in various places (car, other car, all sorts of packs, laptop bag, trouser pocket, jacket pocket) – but you can GUARANTEE that when some poor bugger is bleeding like a fountain, THAT is the day you are without. Kudos for jumping in while all about you dithered !!

  13. Vic – Hey, at least we don't drink Fosters. Urgh – I need to wash my hands after just Typing the Evil's name.VTEMT – I can't blame them, really. At least apart from the one bloke, they kept out of the way.

  14. Heh – I just realised that I neglected to make it clear that I used my work shirt as a pad to apply pressure – I didn't just whip it off for no reason, though it does Lend an odd mental image to the whole deal.

  15. Well done C&L I would have A) Fainted or B) been sick, good job I decided not to join the ambo crew.I have however learnt a lot watching hospital dramas and real life docu's all in all

    Liz & Josh

  16. Us kiwis are about 100 years ahead of you, Vic. Apparently the Aussies call it XXXX because “beer” is a bit too challenging to spell. ;-)But that's a top effort with identifying the spurting artery. That guy should be buying his rescuer beers for life.

  17. Careful Churba – you make us Australians sound literate! Sounds like you did an amazing job, saving this man's life – well done. Don't think I would remember the name of that artery. caamum (Aussie living in the UK )

  18. This actually brought tears to my eyes, but then I am feeling a bit emotional today! How brilliant to have the right information & to be able to use it; that is bravery methinks.

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